Two Divine Rings hovered behind Yang Ming, one to his left and one to his right, lending him an air of sacred, unfathomable majesty.
Sensing the information within the Second Divine Ring, Yang Ming let out a long sigh and said:
"Now that I've condensed another Divine Ring, I'm stronger and more confident about what comes next. It's time to settle the problem of the Abyssal World once and for all."
He waved his hand casually. Time and space seemed to revolve around him, rippling outward in concentric circles without causing any disturbance.
Through his Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan, he could faintly see a River of Time running through the world of the Douluo Continent, stretching from the distant dawn of creation to the present era and onward tens of thousands of years into the future. Numerous tributaries branched off its main current, some long and some short, each unfolding a parallel world in a different spacetime.
In the past, Yang Ming could never have observed the River of Time with his own eyes, even through the Infinity Gauntlet. Yet now he had done it. Had the gods of the Divine Realm learned of this, they would surely have marveled at him as a celestial wonder. Only Supreme Gods could glimpse the River of Time, yet Yang Ming, a mere Third-Level Deity, had set an unprecedented example.
After staring at the River of Time for less than three seconds, Yang Ming felt his eyes begin to ache. The ache turned into needle-sharp pain, forcing him to stop looking. A trail of bloody tears ran from the corner of his eye.
"Looks like I can't peer into the River of Time for too long!"
Yang Ming had hoped that, after condensing his Second Divine Ring and deepening his understanding of the laws of